Wray Video (MV)
Performed By: Runner
Featuring: Bobby, Mick Smith, Colin Ratcliff, Parker Bailey, Lula Burke
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Runner - Wray Lyrics
Well I won't pretend to miss you cause I don't
There's a quiet morning mist along the coast
And I don't mind the drive or distance so I thought
These double lines wouldn't leave me so choked up
Well I can't bring myself to kiss you so I won't
You take all the time you need I'm taking some
Paint the asphalt with summer sand and blood
Find the bandaids up by the kitchen door
Take a picture of your friends through the glass
Are you sure that this is how you want to pass
The time I've seen means nothing to me now
How I wish that I could keep you on the phone
You cut your hand, you bite your lip, you chase the sun
Listen: It feels like hunger
An ocean's worth of flotsam...some sinks and some floats.
Like that story about the goat's head... will she remain bleating?
Or is it the silence that persists, louder than before
The shadow has more meaning, and
I wonder if it's the branch or the light that matters more
Or if the dance is something else entirely
Insatiable, a singing
Or yes, more of a high murmur
I drool for the heaviness.
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Well I won't pretend to miss you cause I don't
There's a quiet morning mist along the coast
And I don't mind the drive or distance so I thought
These double lines wouldn't leave me so choked up
Well I can't bring myself to kiss you so I won't
You take all the time you need I'm taking some
Paint the asphalt with summer sand and blood
Find the bandaids up by the kitchen door
Take a picture of your friends through the glass
Are you sure that this is how you want to pass
The time I've seen means nothing to me now
How I wish that I could keep you on the phone
You cut your hand, you bite your lip, you chase the sun
Listen: It feels like hunger
An ocean's worth of flotsam...some sinks and some floats.
Like that story about the goat's head... will she remain bleating?
Or is it the silence that persists, louder than before
The shadow has more meaning, and
I wonder if it's the branch or the light that matters more
Or if the dance is something else entirely
Insatiable, a singing
Or yes, more of a high murmur
I drool for the heaviness.
There's a quiet morning mist along the coast
And I don't mind the drive or distance so I thought
These double lines wouldn't leave me so choked up
Well I can't bring myself to kiss you so I won't
You take all the time you need I'm taking some
Paint the asphalt with summer sand and blood
Find the bandaids up by the kitchen door
Take a picture of your friends through the glass
Are you sure that this is how you want to pass
The time I've seen means nothing to me now
How I wish that I could keep you on the phone
You cut your hand, you bite your lip, you chase the sun
Listen: It feels like hunger
An ocean's worth of flotsam...some sinks and some floats.
Like that story about the goat's head... will she remain bleating?
Or is it the silence that persists, louder than before
The shadow has more meaning, and
I wonder if it's the branch or the light that matters more
Or if the dance is something else entirely
Insatiable, a singing
Or yes, more of a high murmur
I drool for the heaviness.